Lord (taking some kids on a Nature tour, including a little Chinese girl, who is standing apart from the rest):Relax, enjoy yourselfYou know it's only a glorious gameThey've fruit trees growin' in an open fieldAnd wild roses bloomin' down a country laneLook around, old chumSlow it down, old chumOr you never will succeedYou never will succeed

[The Devil is still pretty unhappy]

Relax, enjoy yourselfIt's all such a wonderful gameThere are rivers and forests,And mountains highThere are deep green oceansAnd the pale blue sky

Let it go and then, you will know, old friendThat you never will succeedYou never will succeed

Chinese Angel Child (to the Devil):It must be very trying to be bad all the timeVicious and cruel and mean[you get used to it]When there's so much beautyAll round us to be seenAnd so very little time in which to see it allAnd feel it allSo little time[you should know]Perhaps when you were littleNo one held you in their armsAnd told you that they loved you very muchPerhaps you were embitteredBy your fall from Grace

Devil: How long have you been dead?

Angel Child: Two Months

D: Do you miss your friends?

AC: Yes, I miss themI've tried to make friends here, but it's hard

D: Yes, they resent you

AC: Perhaps

D: They know you're smarter than they are

AC: Perhaps

D: Yes

AC: Perhaps

D: Yes

AC: Yes

D: Your parents, do you miss them?Do you wish that you were with them?

AC: Yes, I miss themI do miss them

D: The man who shot you in the headIn that Burger King in TucsonWell, he never will be punished you knowHe will move to Big Pine, CaliforniaBecome the richest man in Mono CountyWhile that may not be much, it's enoughWhen he diesSixty-five years from todayWith his loved ones all around himHe'll be whisked right up to heavenHe won't pass go or have to waitHe'll just march right through the God-damned gate